"Where did you buy this tea? How much is it per pound? I'll get some for myself later."
After saying that, Han Fei continued to savor the tea, completely immersed in its aroma.
In a moment, Han Fei finished the small cup of tea in his hand.
But Xu Mo still hadn't told him where the tea was from.
Xu Mo then took out a jar of tea and pushed it toward Han Fei.
"This tea... isn't easy to get. If you like it, I'll just give you a jar."
Hearing this, Han Fei immediately felt a bit displeased.
What do you mean it's not easy to get? Do you think I can't afford it or something?
Although in terms of assets, he couldn't compare to Xu Mo, Han Fei's income wasn't low either. Could he not afford a bit of tea?
Who are you looking down on? Huh?
Han Fei furrowed his brows and pushed the jar of tea back to Xu Mo. "Who wants you to give it to me? What do you mean by that? Do you think I can't afford this tea? Tell me, where did you buy it and how much is it per pound? I'll go buy a few pounds after work. I hate your nouveau riche attitude the most."
He added at the end, "Isn't it just Dahongpao? How expensive can it be? Besides the Dahongpao from those few mother trees in Wuyi Mountain, which I can't afford, the rest should be within my consumption range."
A man can't be looked down upon! It's a matter of pride!
How much could this jar of tea be worth?
As a grown man, could he accept this kind of tea given out of pity?
Xu Mo's expression was a bit awkward.
"This is from the Wuyi Mountain mother trees..."
He had planned to just give Han Fei a jar of tea earlier because this tea was indeed very hard to get. It was almost impossible to find on the market. The genuine Wuyi Mountain mother tree Dahongpao that still exists is in the hands of tea connoisseurs who rarely let it go. In other words, it's not just about money; even if you have the money, you might not be able to buy it. It's a priceless treasure.
"Don't joke around... The mother tree Dahongpao has long been extinct. How could you get it? Stop messing with me." Han Fei said instinctively.
He thought Xu Mo was teasing him.
But after carefully observing Xu Mo's expression, Han Fei felt that Xu Mo wasn't joking with him... His expression was very serious.
He sniffed the tea aroma in the room and savored the taste in his mouth.
Han Fei couldn't help but swallow hard.
He had drunk a lot of tea, both good and bad, but the tea Xu Mo brewed could easily surpass all the tea he had ever tasted in both aroma and flavor.
Could it be that this really was the Dahongpao from the Wuyi Mountain mother trees...?
After all, besides this tea that exists only in 'legend,' there shouldn't be many teas that could outperform all others in every aspect.
Looking at the tea on the table, Han Fei asked tremblingly, "Are you serious? Is this really the Dahongpao from the Wuyi Mountain mother trees?"
Xu Mo nodded. "Yes, I'm not joking!"
Han Fei: "w(゚Д゚)w???"
Although he hadn't tasted this tea before, Han Fei had heard of it.
There are only six mother trees of Dahongpao in Wuyi Mountain, with an annual output of less than a pound.
Due to being banned from picking for a long time, its price has skyrocketed. The most recent auction sold 20 grams of tea for 208,000 yuan.
Calculated, that's over 10,000 yuan per gram, and over 5 million yuan per pound. Even gold, known for its high price, pales in comparison.
And this auction price is just a reference, as the last auction was over a decade ago. Back then, it could sell for 10,000 yuan per gram, so now it must be even higher. Maybe 30,000 to 50,000 yuan per gram?
Moreover, even if you have the money, you might not be able to buy it now. You need both money and the seller's willingness. It's a priceless treasure.
Thinking of this, Han Fei couldn't help but look at the large amount of tea leaves floating in the teapot Xu Mo used.
That must be several grams... Even if we calculate at the previous auction price of 10,000 yuan per gram, the price of this pot of tea would be several tens of thousands of yuan.
Then the cup I just drank... Must be worth at least several thousand yuan!?
As for the price of the jar of tea Xu Mo just pushed over, Han Fei didn't even dare to think about it. How much could that be worth?
This tea, he definitely couldn't afford it, and even if he could, he wouldn't have the means to buy it.
If he had known the jar of tea was that expensive, why did he push it back earlier? He should have just pocketed it!
Damn it, I messed up!
If God gave him another chance, he would definitely say those three words: Thank you!
Han Fei, the one involved, felt very regretful, extremely regretful, his intestines were green with regret!
"What did you just say?" Han Fei suddenly asked.
Xu Mo "Huh?" in confusion, then thought back to what he had just said.
"I just said: Yes, I'm not joking!"
"Not that, the sentence before that."
"The sentence before that? The sentence before that was: This is from the Wuyi Mountain mother trees..."
"Not that either, the sentence before that!"
"The sentence before that was: This tea isn't easy to get. If you like it, I'll just give you a jar."
In the next second, Han Fei, with the speed of lightning, grabbed the jar of tea on the table.
"Alright! Since we're all friends, I won't stand on ceremony! I'll take the tea! You go ahead and get busy!"
Xu Mo: "???"
In the blink of an eye, Han Fei had already bolted out of the office with the jar of tea.
His 'escape' speed was so fast that Xu Mo could barely see a shadow.
That's absurd!
Where did that dignified attitude go? Gone!?
Xu Mo smiled helplessly. Han Fei, you've changed.
Of course, Xu Mo wasn't heartbroken about giving away that jar of tea.
The system had rewarded him with 100 KG of tea yesterday, which was the two-century yield of those six mother trees. He couldn't possibly drink it all himself, so giving away a jar was nothing.
Heartbroken? Not at all!
At that moment, the office door was pushed open again.
It was still Han Fei.
Han Fei poked his head in and said seriously, "Don't forget what I told you earlier. This afternoon, a few colleagues from the neighboring district bureau are coming to our place to learn some experience. You'll accompany me to entertain them."
"I remember." Xu Mo nodded.
"Good." Han Fei's tone became very normal, as if nothing had happened: "Just remember, it'll mainly be you. You'll need to explain to those colleagues who come to learn your approach to solving cases."
Xu Mo's achievements in solving cases had already spread within the police system, especially among the officers in Ram City.
The head of the neighboring district's police station also had the idea of letting his subordinates learn from Xu Mo, which was why they were coming to Ram City.

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